Fugitive Pope - Severly Psychologically Damaged (гитара- Ричард Спейт мл.) | Текст песни

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I'm severely psychologically damaged
I get worse every day
I'm all alone, there's no one I can really talk to
I will not admit I am afraid

I have no idea where I am going
And I'm moving way too fast
I feel better when I'm drunk
I don't have to think too much

You're so pretty, when I'm stupid
I just wanna lay my hand on your stomach
You can run your fingers through my hair
While I cry myself to sleep

Make me okay. Make me me okay . Make me okay.

I'm severely psychologically damaged
Something in my self has slipped away

I have a home, no one lives there anymore
All my band aids wash off in the rain
I need something warm to stop the bleeding
Cause the blood gets in my eyes
I don't like the color red
Put your arms around my head

I just wanna crawl inside you where it's safe
Will stop shaking if you hold me
Will you give your perfect love for mine
I won't be cold if you hold me I'll be warm

Make me okay. Make me okay. Make me okay.

I'm severely psychologically damaged

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